" She sighed, and he sniffed. "Ya promised Abigail. Ya said we could be friends."Abigail gave a chuckle. "And what will June say if she sees me with y...?"Simon groaned and closed his eyes. "She ain't me girl," he said forcefully."Ahh ... ya went out," Abigail told him. "I saw ya."Simon took a deep breath. "Yeah. We did. Once. We went to pub," he said wistfully. "And she was a right mouthy cow. And she wants to be married 'fore sex."Abigail took a bite of the cold pastry, and she looked over at. The bastard even asked Henry if he wanted some. He insisted saying that Ana would spread her legs for anyone that he told her to...So, that stupid bastard Henry approached my wife and grabbed her hair like the black guy told him to and he crammed his cock down Anita’s throat. She took it all without gagging the first time.Henry laughed at me, as he recalled how Ana had sucked his dick. He said my sexy wife was a perfect slut, giving him a sloppy blow job until he finally blew his load in her. *** I wrote about my suck buddy Ken in an earlier story. Ken was older than I was, maybe mid-twenties to my nineteen years. He had done a four-year tour in the Navy, got out, but I suspect he re-enlisted because there were more available dicks and asses in the Navy than in his native St. Petersburg, Florida. He was a good looking guy, very fit and masculine, and a good shipmate, but even in those days, he was openly gay. It was that he swished and cooed, but when sailors would use profanity —. The filthy nature of her words and actions, he thought, was the way sex was supposed to be: primal and raw, a****listic and dirty. She was in sexual nirvana. Darren held his legs wider as he enjoyed the sensation of his sexy white bitch making a feast of his ass. Jenny loved every second of it and she wanted more. This was the treatment she craved, being treated like a depraved and perverted white whore and who better to do that than the sexy black god with a smooth brown body, rippling.